Human Android Ch. 12

All packed for a trip

(Please note; no animals were harmed in the making of this story. The bitch's are in Rebecca's head, and are fully human, doing human things to each other. As usual they are nasty things or, nice, if you are not on the receiving end of the humiliation. If you become confused, read chapter 11.)

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Rebecca was upset. She was a beautiful eighteen year old woman, programmed to think she was a bitch on heat. She had been brought home from the hospital to find an implant had been fitted into her head. The horrifying discovery left her numb. It was so unexpected she was defenceless against the implants game rules, so it quickly over took her thoughts.

It was especially deep in her mind, as it had been influencing her thinking all night.

Rebecca wanted to howl to relieve the feelings of rejection. She wet the kitchen floor, and the smelly puddle trapped her in one corner. A leash attached to her collar, was tied to a cupboard handle, and couldn't be undone with her paws. She whined morosely, fearing her owner would be angry when finding the mess.

Rebecca loved her owner, as he had promised to look after her, which was another reason to feel bad. She had let him down. Last night her owner, Bob, let her jump onto the bed, with his bitch, called Anne. Rebecca was younger and fitter than bitch Anne, so surely he should favour her over the older bitch.

She wagged her non-existent tail, at the memory of being allowed on the master's bed. He was pleased when she licked bitch Anne's breasts, between her legs, and his cock. He encouraged her to lick bitch Anne's pussy, until she started moaning loudly.

Master had praised her for being such a good little bitch. He had stroked her, working her up into a frenzy of sexual lust. It had been wonderful feeling so worked up, not caring about anything except being mounted. He had played with her sex but that wasn't enough. He had become displeased with her, when she began rubbing herself against him, and anything in the room that seemed phallic.

Rebecca now realised where she had gone wrong. She should have been patient, waiting for him to take her. It was difficult though, for she so much wanted to breed with a male. She was a bitch in heat, desperately needing a male to mate with.

It was so unfair, for all she wanted was to mate with someone. It didn't matter who or how, she desperately needed to mate. He had told her to stop but she couldn't help wrapping her legs around him. When she had humped the pillow he slapped her ass. That is when he put her on the leash, and brought her down to the kitchen.

Sitting by herself, with nothing to hump, was getting her down.

A man knocked on the kitchen door. She could smell his maleness, or so she thought. She barked loudly, telling him she was there and available. Rebecca pulled on the leash, needing to get to him, feeling sure he would sniff her ass, and find her acceptable.

Larry knocked the kitchen door again. It was early enough that Anne might be up though her daughter, Rebecca, would still be in bed. He hadn't called since Rebecca answered the comm. He was concerned about Anne, worried she might be in trouble. Besides, he just wanted to see her. It didn't matter that she was a university professor, and he was a humble student. He had feelings for her. After the intimacies they shared, he hoped she might reciprocate.

Rebecca thought it so unreasonable. Bitch Anne was upstairs with her master, probably still mating. She hadn't been given a chance. There was a male out there, and she couldn't get to him. She barked and whined, but it was no good. He had given up on her and was walking away.

She lay on the heated floor, rubbing her sex on the smooth tiles. She had tried reaching it, to lick her sex, but couldn't. It was tantalisingly out of reach, however hard she tried. She closed her eyes, wondering who it might have been at the door.

If he had opened it, she would have shown more restraint, so as not to spoil the moment. She would have offered her bottom to him, so he could be sure she was ready to mount. The blissful, imagined feeling of having a male mount her, was dizzying. She imagined him spurting his seed into her, almost reaching a climax from just thinking about it.

She knew how lazy males became after taking their bitch. He would be sure to leave the door open. She would be free to roam the neighbourhood, seeking strays, enticing them to mount her. Rebecca wagged her hips with excitement, as though she had a tail.

She had watched last night with fascination, while bitch Anne, sucked her master's cock. She had been excited from how worked up he was. He had become so ready to mount bitch Anne, he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. Given the chance to escape, Rebecca would suck every dog she came across.

The idea of being full of so much seed, was working her up to a fever pitch again. This time she climaxed. On all fours, panting, she let out a low growl of satisfaction.

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"What have you done, you naughty bitch," Bob admonished Rebecca.

Rebecca awoke from a dreamy snooze. It had been a wonderful dream, with every dog in the neighbourhood mounting her. They had queued up for her, she had been that popular. Now she looked dejected, with a hangdog expression, whimpering.

Bob untied the leash and guided her away from the puddle of pee. "Stay!" he commanded. With a cloth from under the sink he mopped up the mess. Even this was amusing, for nothing was going to spoil the pleasure of last night.

He had the professor and her daughter to play with! He hadn't had a chance to fuck Rebecca, though her enthusiasm had worked him up. She had enthusiastically licked him and rubbed her sex and breasts over his body. Eventually it had become a nuisance, as he wanted to concentrate on her mother.

It was so exciting he took the compliant professor twice. He thought about it, realising he had woken her up in the night, for a third session. A more leisurely fucking, where she used her experience, to work him up to a deep enjoyable orgasm. She too had orgasms, a few more than he did.

Rebecca edged toward the door. If her master was in a mood there wouldn't be much chance of a fuck, so she would try to escape. The idea of meeting up with the pack of stray dogs, living nearby, was pulling at her instincts. The demand was dominating her thinking, exciting her beyond control.

Bob opened the back door and threw, with a practised arm, the dirty cloth into the back garden.

This was the chance she had been waiting for. She scrambled on all fours, toward the waiting freedom. All those rampant males out there were calling to her.

Bob wasn't just a football player he was the talented member of a winning team. He deftly grabbed her hair, pulling her back inside. He slapped her ass. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

He looked at her pleading eyes, and the wagging hips. For a moment he thought she wanted to pee outside. A flash of inspiration made him re-think. "You want to go and find a mate?" he asked.

Rebecca barked enthusiastically. She was so pleased her master knew what she wanted. Her master was so clever. She rubbed herself against him, pushing her sex against his leg. She whimpered and raised her bottom toward him. If he let her go, she would run to the woods, where that pack of wild dogs hid out.

"Damn!" he exclaimed. She was naked, wanting to go out there and fuck someone, anyone, by the look of her reaction. It was amusing seeing the self-important, stuck up Rebecca, reduced to this sexed up bitch on heat. If only he could let her go. The guys on campus would certainly take advantage.

Perhaps he had it wrong. If she was so deeply influenced, convinced that she was a bitch, maybe it wasn't a guy she was looking for. "Damn!" he cursed again, with greater vehemence.

"Enough! Down, roll over," he said. "Yuck! You need a bath first," he said, refraining from touching her thighs and belly. They were filthy from her juices, pee, and the dusty floor. When she tried to pull away, he realised calling this game had been a mistake. As a bitch on heat, she was too much to handle, and she couldn't talk either. That had been a bonus at first.

"Sit! I said sit," he demanded. "Calm down," he smoothly said, stroking her long blonde hair, needing to calm the bitch. "Listen carefully. You are no longer a bitch in heat," he intoned. He looked down at the young woman, sinking onto the floor.

A look of confusion revealed the whites of wide open, wildly staring eyes. She closed them tight. A whimper of fright escaped her lips, no longer sounding like a bitch, more human.

"Oh, my, god!" she whispered.

The doggy thoughts were just a fantasy, but they seemed like personal memories. It was hard to shake off the feelings that went with them. She pulled her legs up into a foetal position, wrapping her arms around her body. She had wanted to escape out the kitchen door; nearly succeeding too. She knew why it had been so important to escape, and a slight feeling of desperation remained.

If she had escaped, to hide out in the woods, would she have been found? There was a well known pack of dogs, hiding out there. They were sometimes a nuisance, though never enough to track down. Bob wouldn't have been able to find her by himself, and he dare not ask for help.

She would have lived with the pack, as a wild bitch, always on heat. The implications of what she had been, and what might have happened, were horrendous. After the pack leader had taken her, the others would too. That dream, where dogs were queuing up to mount her, would have become real. Rebecca shuddered from a spasm of fear, and from unwanted sexual arousal.

"Listen carefully! You are a sex slave, you are my sex slave," Bob intoned, slowly and cautiously.

He noticed Anne walk in, showered and ready.

"Master, how may I serve you," Anne dutifully spoke.

Rebecca heard the statement, feeling the implant program invading her mind. At first she wanted to fight it, though not knowing how. She tried to confront it, only it was flooding in like a high tide, closing in all around her. She felt as though she were caught in a dark room. It was shrinking around her, becoming a balloon, deflating, with her conscious mind shrinking to nothing.

It would be better than being a bitch in heat. That had been dangerous. Her mother was his sex slave, so why not her. It seemed a more acceptable game than, than, what? She could subsume herself in the game and forget about everything else.

She looked up at Bob, wanting to smile and thank him for letting her serve him. She knew he would look after her, for he was a good master. She would be happy, devoting her life to learning his needs. She would gladly serve him with all her ability.

Her mother could teach her to be a skilled sex slave. She would please her master all the more, after learning his favourite sexual needs. She would prepare herself, ready for master's use.

"Take, err, take this slave and wash her thoroughly," he ordered.

Over breakfast his eyes scanned a screen, while shovelling in cereal. The specifications for the implant were not something of interest to him, usually, so they would have been tough going. He absorbed the information like a sponge. It was clear. The implant shouldn't have been used, for at least twenty-four hours. He had activated it less than a couple of hours after the operation.

"Oops!" he exclaimed, feeling guiltier than the expression revealed. "Shit! I hope she hasn't been damaged," he sighed. "What am I going to do with them?" he asked himself. This was a great opportunity, though long term, something had to be arranged to avoid discovery.

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The two slaves squatted on the floor waiting for their master. Rebecca felt terrible. She was naked, showing off her breasts to Bob. Her mother was naked, right next to her. She looked at her breasts and felt awful. They were just too small. She needed huge tits like her mothers, so as to impress her master.

"Have you milked your mother, for breakfast?" Bob asked Rebecca.

"Yes master," she replied.

"Have you had enough to eat?" he asked.

"Yes, master," they chimed in unison.

"Any thing else, that you want?" he asked.

Rebecca was the first to make a request. "Master, can slave have big tits like slave Anne?" she timidly asked.

The eager look in her eyes brought a smile to his face. Rebecca had been a stuck up bitch in college, relying on her mother's position to get way with it. She was now an obedient and eager slave.

An incentive for Rebecca to behave herself was to avoid being turned into a bitch. The doggy memoires were still haunting her dreams. She was desperate to please him, and to be an obedient slave girl, for her master.

"If you are very obedient, you can have some big tits," Bob told her.

Rebecca fidgeted, forcing her thighs wider apart, straightening her back, pushing her breasts up and out at her master.

Bob had the professor's codes, so sent a message to her secretary. She would be working from home this week. The news of her husband leaving would sure to be circulating the campus grapevine by now, so it would be understandable.

It was doubtful anyone would tackle the hard nosed professor, though just in case, she was ordered to act like the professor. It seemed to be just surface deep, so she couldn't be trusted to go into college.

Her daughter could stay off for the week too. What to do with them after that was a problem.

Bob didn't mind cutting classes, though football practise was a different matter entirely. This morning he would study, despite the distractions.

He tried to concentrate on the screen, but the slaves were becoming noisy. They had been kneeling at his feet, licking his balls and cock between them. They took turns, over his penis and sack, licking and sucking, until he was rock hard. He ached, but wasn't going to give in yet.

Looking under the desk he could see they were starting to squabble. Like children over a bag of sweets.

"Stop it! Both of you!" he admonished them. "Slave Anne is obviously aroused, she needs taking care of," Bob told Rebecca. "Let go of me and see to your mother," he told her.

Rebecca turned her mother on her back and crawled between her legs.

"Wait. Turn around, more. Rest your pussy over her face," Bob told Rebecca. He got up and pushed a cushion under Anne's head, forcing her face into Rebecca's pussy. She wasn't avoiding her daughter's pussy. It was because her huge breasts were in the way.

Rebecca was poised over her mother's pussy, eagerly waiting to suck and probe, if only to please her master. Having her pussy probed at the same time would be a new experience for her, so he was keen to see the effect.

"Ok! Start licking, slaves," he said, giving them permission. Anne was frustrated, due to orgasm as usual, so needed stimulating. It seemed she needed to be milked a couple of times a day, and needed to orgasm on a regular basis. Becoming excited was a disruption from her usual passive slave state.

He watched them at it for awhile. They seemed to calm down, so it would keep them happy for awhile. In the meantime he could concentrate on searching for an off-campus apartment. It needn't be too far away, just far enough to be off the radar.

The two problems were, getting them there, and keeping them out of trouble. The cost had been solved after looking at the professors finances. It was ironic that she would be financing her own slavery.

A loft conversion, above an old warehouse, looked perfect. It was in an unfashionable part of the city meaning it was cheap, with no nosy neighbours. It had been completed, only for the developer to go out of business. The rest of the warehouses remained undeveloped and unsold.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you master," the two slaves whispered, through their deep breathing.

They returned to the deep tonguing of each others vagina. Their faces were messy with sex juices. Anne was obviously close to a climax. She was pushing her lips at her daughter, attempting to absorb the girls tongue and fingers. Rebecca was furiously rubbing fingers over a swollen clit.

Anne desperately needed to cum. The state of arousal lifted the cloud obscuring her thoughts. She knew a woman was fucking her, and that she too was sucking pussy lips into her mouth. Nibbling on them caused the woman to nibble on hers. Rubbing the woman's clit had the same effect upon her gasping hole.

It was as though she was fucking herself, and the effect was deliriously wonderful.

Anne became gradually aware that her whole existence revolved around being Bob's faithful sex slave. She was becoming tormented, knowing how far she had sunk into being Bob's sex slave. That knowledge was more than humiliating, it was disastrously painful.

She knew these moments before an orgasm was all she had, before slipping once more into a cationic state. The throws of a deep orgasm started to rock her. She revelled in the feeling of utter bliss. All too soon the cloud of blackness drifted in upon her, closing down rational thought.

"No! Please, let me go, let me be free!" she whimpered. The gargled sounds, from around her daughter's sopping pussy went unheard.

Rebecca too climaxed. Not so dramatically as her mother, yet satisfying anyway. She wondered when her master would take her, making her devoted slavery complete.

"Thank you master, for letting me cum," they said, one after another, as they recovered.

Bored with work he searched for toys. He realised their needs were more than he could cope with. His balls ached, needing to be emptied, and it was Rebecca's turn. He decided to get football practise over with before satisfying her. It would be fun, taking her while her mother watched.

"There, that's it!" he said, quietly. Among the strange devices was something unexpected. He hadn't searched for it, just coming across it by accident, but it was just the thing he needed.

The basket was full of goodies, ready to be paid for and delivered. He looked at the professor, still heaving deep breaths. She was paying for these torture instruments. They would be pleasure gifts, he decided, not just pleasurable for them either.

Careful instructions had them working on the house, tidying and cleaning, and avoiding attracting attention. They were dressed modestly and would be their usual unwelcoming selves, if visitors dared to call.

Football practise went well. They were a highly motivated team, and Bob more so that usual. He felt full of energy. He felt powerful, yet in control of himself. For a couple of hours he forgot about the professor and her daughter. Back in the lockers he had a big smile on his face, knowing his grades would be good, so he could focus on the coming games.

He discovered that being in control of a college professor, and her daughter, gave him a sense of power and control. Others noticed the effect, but would never guess how he suddenly began to manage his strength and enthusiasm. A pre-season game was announced, and he couldn't wait to test himself against them.

On arriving at the professor's house he found them busy with each other. Anne was lying on the floor wearing nothing, except a strap-on dildo.

"Ease down it, slowly, that's it, sweetheart," Anne encouraged her daughter. "Take a deep breath. Now try again, slowly," she advised Rebecca. "This time suck in air from around its head. Keep going, sweetie, now get into a steady rhythm."

Bob watched them from the doorway, while they were absorbed in a training exercise. Rebecca's mouth was gripping the dildo, as it disappeared down her throat. He watched the muscles of her neck relax then expand, as the dildo slid down it.

They were both oblivious to his presence, as they practised a dutiful slave's skills. "Well done, Rebecca," he beamed at her. "You too Anne, you're a good teacher," he smiled at them.